Page 36 of Alien Viking's Passion

He stayed in her depths, demonstrating his dominance and letting her sex shape itself after the intruder. It was a tight fit, and her body was throbbing along with his cock.

Arousal was building in her center, but she was determined to last longer than the first time. His penetration and the sudden, intense sense of being taken had overwhelmed her then, and she had gone over the edge the moment he had filled her completely. This time she wanted to make it last more than a second.

Craxon might have thought the same thing, because he raised his eyebrows and then gave her a little smirk as he pulled out and calmly pushed back in.

That wiped all rational thought from her mind.

“My woman,” he growled as he fucked her. His exotic shaft touched all the hot spots inside her, churning up something that was going to be really nice. The root of his rod teased her clit with each thrust, just a feather touch that kept building.

“Oh yeaaah...” She closed her eyes. She was being fucked by a Viking prince. An alien warrior with horns.

“Fuck me,” she urged as he changed the angle of his thrusting, now caressing her most sensitive spot insistently and giving her no choice but to go with the flow. Craxon and her pussy were conspiring against her together, showing her that they were in control here.

“Ooohhh…!” She bucked as she came, clenching her thighs around the Viking’s hard body, needing him there indefinitely. She whimpered and jerked, then remembered that they were alone and she didn’t need to hold back.

Her delighted, joyful scream filled the little hut, echoing thinly from the mountains surrounding them.

In a delirious haze, she sensed his cock swelling inside her, and then his triumphant roar resonated through her, overwhelmed her, and sent her higher.

She clung to him with weakening arms as he kept thrusting, keeping the glow alive in her center as she let herself feel it all.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight holding her down while his cock stayed deep inside. She clenched around it, making sureit wasn’t going anywhere.

“Don’t worry,” he growled. “In a moment we’ll go down the path again. We must make sure it stays clear.”

She sighed in delight. “Many times.”

The Viking’s deep chuckle made her chest tremble. “Many times.”

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It was two more times before Aretha found the strength to get up, crawl out of the hut, and go behind a conveniently placed bush.

Sonic the porcupine was looking up at her with his three eyes.

“Okay,” she said. “It’s not really polite to look at someone while they’re… yeah, you don’t care. Sorry about the noise. It’s just been a while for me. Like, a lifetime. Where did you come from, though? I’m pretty sure I saw you back at the jarlagard.”

She finished up with the help of a fistful of leaves that she first tested to check if they were poisonous. “Not the talkative type?”

Sonic didn’t reply, but he followed her back to the not-teepee, probably expecting berries or nuts.

Aretha fed him some, then went into the hut and slowly put her clothes on.

Craxon watched her get dressed, one cheek supported by his hand, clearly enjoying the sight. “You don’t look like an alien.”

“Oh?” Aretha said, fastening her space-age boots. “I just look like I broke my horns off?”

“Females have small horns. Having no horns at all makes you look extra female.”

She laughed and bent down to kiss one of his. “It’s a good line. But you don’t need to use them on me. You got me already. Can you feel what I just did?”

“I can hear that you kissed the horn, but they’re not sensitive.”

She stroked one horn. “Can you use them to fight? Why do you have them at all?”

“I’m sure that if I have no weapon and my arms have been cut off, I could fight with the horns. I would prefer not to. And some would say we don’t need a reason to have them except that they look magnificent.”

“They do,” Aretha agreed. “Stay here and rest. You’ve been doing important work. I’ll go and inspect a bush I saw that has some big fruits on it.”

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